Her eyes drifted over the food while she shifted against him, getting more comfortable. She watched it close, noting that the edges were beginning to golden. She leaned forward, grabbed her carving fork that she kept near the hearth. She got as close to the flames as she could, kneeling forward, not realizing that she was in a position that would've made her mother die of shock, with her small, dress covered bottom facing Ricky. She slowly flipped over the cod pieces and kelp fritters, satisfied that most of them were golden brown and only a few were slightly darker than desired. She stayed knelt there, a bit of sweat beginning to glisten upon her brow, watching the food much more closely this time. When she knew it was about time for them to be finished, then she stood up, and walked over to the table. She grabbed her knife and a sheet of paper, and cut two long triangles off of it. She rolled the short end of the triangle around her thumbs, and began rolling the paper up in it. She then doubled back the paper and rolled it the other way around. She then shifted it about, and tore to pieces that be used to anchor it in place. She folded the bottom tip to seal it off, then repeated the entire process on the second triangle. She now had two large paper cones, and just in time. She returned to the fire, and handed a cone to Ricky, "Hold this please," a cute smile on her face as she knelt down before the hearth once more. She grabbed her carving fork and first began plucking out the fried bits of fish, and put half of them in the cone, followed by the kelp fritters to fill in the gaps. Most of the grease had dripped off, but the rest would be caught in the cone. When it was full, she handed it to Ricky, and took the other cone, and put in less food for herself. One of the few things her mom had tried to teach her that she actually took to heart, was to never eat a lot in front of a man. There were some leftovers, so she whistled, and the bundle of fur that had been laying on her bed came over. She tossed him some of the kelp fritters and a piece of cod, and Shaco was the happiest dog in all of Mizahar. She then stood up, and looked down at Ricky with a slightly mischievous smile, "Would you like to escort me one more time? We have one last place to go." |